Black Summoner

- Gown/General Arena Match Stage

It was Serra who destroyed the junction over the sky and came to reinforcements. It is also a good time to come.

"Ahhh! Kelvin, it's not a terrible injury! And Ange!

Oh, well. Is Selah, who was outside, unaware of the revelations that happened here because she was being held back from communicating with that juncture? That's how you knew I was in a dangerous situation. Is that the usual sharp overload?

"Me and Ange are fine. More than that, Serra, ask for a bar fighting Melfina '

I'd like to keep fighting and sprinkling if I could, but I'm not stupid enough to challenge Barr in this worn out state. Keep it close enough to support you from a distance. Ange is here too.

'Okay! Leave the rest to me!

Wrap the Demon Red Fight (Bloodskrimidge) around both arms and Serra penetrates the ground.

'I'm sorry I'm tired, but Boga and Mudfarak are also covering fire! The opponent is strong. Don't get too close, never be alarmed!

"Gwah!"

"Gower!"

Highly roaring in his readings, the Dragons also made the transition to a brace attack in the sky. Because the reward hanging in front of you is approaching step by step, or you don't look tired at all. A dragon is cash in a good way. Oh, angels, too.

"Serra Baal......! Che, you came in here stealing the survivor's eyes. The assassin..."

Mm, Barr and I got eyes on each other. Hey, you just hit me in the tongue.

"Well, now you're completely stuffed. I'll tell you what you're up to."

"Melfina the Reincarnation God, I asked you for something, but I asked for an assassin. That kid, he's a little emotionally unstable, but he's got good roots. I'll kill you if you treat me like a cunt."

"... Yes? Oh, hey..."

Faster than Melfina asked, Barr ran out to the arena entrance for players. From the pale legs, Bow! and something like a pale breeze is erupting. Not as good as Ange at the end, fast.

"Ahhh, I ran away!

'... you, I'm hungry'

'I don't think that's an apology word. Well, in Mel's case, it's my fault too...'

Go after him! I just want to scream, but my body still has poison. Therefore, Melfina, with absolute resonance, is not in perfect physical condition either. Even Serra won't be able to chase you at that speed.

'What are you gonna do, Kelvin?

'Wait, let's sort this out first. At that rate, the Lions are moving, right?

Processing information data that is up in the distribution network with parallel thinking. At the same time, I'll upload information on what happened here.

"This is the information Kelvin put up. Which one - eh!? Ange got his neck...... Wow! What kiss!?

... Let's blur the data a little.

- Gown Boulevard

Throughout the city of gowns, the sword trident was ringing. During the day I see this boulevard, where many people go, the bustle there, whether it's late at night, but strangely, this day does not show up with anyone no matter how noisy it sounds like this. Bloody beasts say they prefer fighting duels to anything else.

"Huh!"

"Ha!"

Three black blades approach the man at the same time. The man's legs were wrapped with pitch-black shadows, inhibiting his behavior as to whether to let him escape. One leg was not leaving the ground. Despite such circumstances, the man bounces back two of the three with a knife. but the remaining murder blade passed the man's body. The incision is deep and there is a lot of blood coming from the chest.

"That's awesome."

"Huh... which is better, you monster"

"Jerrah, there's another scratch..."

The man's wound had healed beautifully without a trace, faster than Lion had finished saying. Since the battle between the man and Lion, Gerrard and Alex began, Lion and others have mortally wounded the man many times. Sometimes he jumped his arm, pierced his heart, wiped out charcoal with lightning - many, many times, he should have taken a man's life. But the man gets up. The healing ability, which can be described as an anomaly, heals any damage completely at the next moment. As if he were immortal.

"Even after all this, I've given you the name of the 'survivor', so hey. I'm good at crossing dead lines, Uncle."

"I'm good at that. I don't think it's a problem..."

Lion and the others were in a hurry. If we can't defeat him, we can ignore the man and break through, but then the man who calls himself this survivor will also come after us. That would make Kelvin even more pinch in some cases. I'd like to take them down on this spot if possible. Even with his healing abilities out of sight, a man does not insult the power of swordsmanship either.

"Gaw? Grrrrrr...... (What do we do? Only my sword will play...)"

"I don't know what to do... I wish I could at least use my willingness communication"

"I can't help but insist on what I don't have. All we can do is defeat him indefinitely."

Gerard squeezes the Devil's Sword Der Inslave. Whenever he kills a survivor, the Devil's Sword sucks magic, and Gerrard continues to strengthen his status with the effect of "Glory in Our Hands", an inherent skill. As for Gerrard, he's in excellent shape, but no matter how much he stumbled, the man who stood up didn't really realize its efficacy in his opponent.

"No, no, even my uncle doesn't like to hurt, does he? I hope it's time you gave up and left."

"You really think I'm going home with that word?

"... I don't think so. I can't help it, I think my uncle should just take it seriously."

The man slowly returned the knife to his sheath and changed his posture of standing. He also moves his legs a little bit, which he was holding back with Alex's "Crawling Over Things".

(This was used by the brave woman (stomach)...)

Gerard looked familiar in this setup. One of the brave Delamis men I met in Trage, Shiga Sana, was using the knife extraction technique - stay together.

"Let me cut the meat and break the bones, is my uncle's flush. As an uncle, I hope you don't get any closer."

Until then, the minds of neglected men gush as killers.

"Leon, don't get too close."

"Yeah, I know. That's probably inevitable. Only magic lacks decision making."

Something flew in farther away at that time when it seemed that the war situation was antagonistic.

"- Huh!?

The survivor waves a knife and slashes something flying in two. It splits into two parts. It flows behind the man and raises a pale blast. But that's not all that flies in. Arrows are fired one after the other to follow the first bullet, striking the man.

"No, no, no. Do it! Hey, hey, hey..."

An arrow generated by magic pierces the forehead of the man who kept slashing until the fourth one. Not to die, but the man leaned back, and a bomb in the shape of an arrow was slammed all the way down here.

"The survey of the house has been completed. There's not a single resident around here."

"Effil, hey!

It was Effil in his usual combat-made clothes who showed up shortly after the big explosion involving that house.

"Oh, have you finished your investigation with Serra!

"Yeah. We've checked the area around the arena, but all people, including residents and tourists, are moving away from here. I thought it was a form of hypnosis."

"So, but you don't have to break it down to the house..."

"Your husband's safety comes first. Mr. Serra is on his way to the arena first, but we need to get there as soon as possible!

A pale flame bursts from the demon bow of the fire god (Benambra) that Ephil holds, and the arrows of the flame, Tori, cannot stop bombing. Oh, Effil, hey, it's a rare rampage. Lion quietly thought so in his heart.

"... wait, it's Effil"

"What is it, Mr. Gerard? Would you like some more firepower?

"He's gone."

Lion and Effil turn their eyes to the explosion point. There is no such thing as a survivor who would be resurrected there.

- Ballinc!

It was just after that that something cracked in the arena.